Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Nico,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.